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Jesus Christ and Him crucified. J Cor. — 12.2. 



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"Ut Corda Fidelium Christi Crucifixi accenderetur 

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amorem." 

O blessed Mary and heaven given 
"Mother" you who in holy purity 
and incomparable grandeur stood 
by the Cross, pray for us, that we 
may love that Cross, from which 
was proclaimed, our rich treasure 
in Thee. — w. t. p. 



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®Ij? Attgrlus 

Angelus Domini Nuntiavit Mariae. 
Evang. St. Luc, Ch. I, v. 28. 

Sweet Angelus, the morning bell, 
Calls us to seek the help we need ; 

For Him Who died His truths to tell, 
Sweet Angelus, it bids us plead. 

Sweet Angelus, our Lady's bell, 

Summons all faithful hearts to prayer, 

Petition Him Who loves so well 

That all men in God's grace may share. 

Sweet Angelus, the noontide bell, 
Bids us reflect on Calvary's hill 

Of selfish pride to be the knell, 

And change to love our stubborn will. 

Sweet Angelus, the day is done ! 

We lift our hearts with many a sigh ; 
Make us thy children, every one, 
Mother of God ! to thee we cry ! 

Sweet Angelus, the daylight dies ; 

But thy pure love will never wane, 
Plead with thy Son beyond the skies 
That we with Him may ever reign. 

vSweet Angelus, thy truths divine 

By angels' message brought from heaven; 

Passion and Cross our hearts incline, 
To prize the hope His death hath given. 

"Ave Maria gratia plena Dominus tecum." 
1904. 



lEmmaus 

"Mane Nobiscum" Evang. St. Luc, Ch. XXIV, v. 13-15. 

Come, Holy Jesus, be our Guest, 

And bless the food which Thou hast given, 
Feed our starved souls with that True Bread 

Which Thou in mercy brought from Heaven. 
Heal our sad hearts with Love Divine; 

Give strength to bear our trials sore; 
And our dull souls with Grace incline 

That we may love Thee more and more. 
1 nose absent ones we miss awhile 

Into Thy sacred care we give. 
May we with them, in Heaven at last. 

Behold in peace Thy Face, and live. 

Lent, 1905. 



JTijr itfrirnb af iEuerg Say 

Tua:n Crucem Adoramus Doir.ine. 

Dear Cross, on which my Saviour died. 
My constant friend in life's rough way. 

How precious is the help supplied 
1 hou dearest Friend of every day. 

The Cross which Jesus sanctified 
For us holds out the cheering ray 

In days of pain and anguish sore, 

Lear Cro: s, sweet Friend of every day. 

And through the darkest gloom of night 
It sheds pure light upon our way, 

To teach mankind the gift of love. 
Thou perfect Friend of every day. 

Thou art our cheer, our guiding light 
When plunged in sorrow's dismal way ; 
And, gaining strength, we win the fight, 
Helped by the Friend of every day. 

Without thine aid we grope and fall, 
But thou has taught the better way. 

Before Thy Cross all dangers pall, 

Thou strengthening Friend of every day 

Thy staff our comfort as we tread 

The desert drear, the dangerous way ; 

For, when all earthly help is fled, 
Thou art the Friend of every day. 



We share with Christ his mother blest, 
Who walked with Him the dolorous way, 

For she, of all sweet saints the best, 
Knew well the Friend of every day. 

When, from the priest, the words of cheer, 
"Absolved, God bless thee; go thy way," 

Our tears bedeck Thy Cross so dear, 
Thou saving Friend of every day. 

When friends are gone and hope is fled, 
Clasped to our hearts, by night, by day, 

It matters not the anguish dread, 
Thou art the Friend of every day. 

And ye, the loved ones gone before, 

Have learned through death's dark friendless wav 
That of earth's treasured richest store 

Most prized, the Friend of every daw 

And when the call of death has come, 

May mercy shed its pitying ray. 
While v e implore sweet Jesus' name, 

Clasping our Friend of every dav. 

That tree of shame, yet mercy's throne, 

Jesus, Thy Cross, the royal way 
To us who love Thee has become 

The blessed Friend of every day. 

January 9, 1906. 



5% g>rntttifl iCirjljt of % llrssrh gwrrmnrt 

"Tantum Ergo Sacramentum." 

Before the Church's open door 
r lhe busy throngs all heedless pour, 
Thoughtless of Sanctuary light, 
Unconscious of its message bright. 

That sentinel which never sleeps, 
Its guard before the Altar keeps, 
Within which rests beneath the Rood 
The Bread of Angels' Heavenly Food. 

God's gracious miracle divine, 

His Sacred Body feast benign, 

The faint red light doth here proclaim 

To all who love His Holy Name. 

The gentle Sacramental light 

Means more of hope and cheer 

Than all earth's glories bright, 

And all that prince and peasant hold most dear. 

While in deep thankfulness we gaze 

Upon this vision fair, 

Our hearts with hope we raise 

And easier find the heavy cross to bear. 

For he who suffers most for Him 

Is sure to lose the most of sin, 

And he who most is shriven 

Will love Him most for gift of heaven. 

Thus to the poor, the sad, 

The sorrow-wracked, the bad, 

This eucharistic light 

Holds out to all the promise bright. 

Purer and holier is this sentry light 
Than any earth-born ray, 
For this faint flickering light 
Tells of an endless day. 



Sec how the kneeling thankful guest 
Finds here a treasure blest, 
Which wealth can never make, 
Yet poverty is ever pressed to take. 

God grant that at this spot 
Some who have known Thee not 
May for sweet Mary's holy prayer 
Learn the true Faith and in it share. 

Wher'ere this holy light 

Doth shed its radiance bright, 

hearth's sufferers find the comfort which they crave, 

Here is the Heavenly Food our Saviour gave. 

May we in mercy heed the lesson bright 
Which to our souls this sentry light 
Imparts of heavenly hope and cheer; 
"Come unto Me," this is its message dear. 

As when on troubled sea the storm doth roar. 
And we are struggling for the friendly shore, 
Piercing the darkness in our hour of fear, 
The welcome harbor light shines bright and clear. 

So in life's battle when our hearts are drear, 

And no one listens to our pain or fear, 

We may in steering for a port secure 

See the sweet sentry light shine bright and clear. 

And when at length beholding with delight 
H ; s holv loving Face so bright, 
Tn heaven of bliss where sorrow is no more 
Mav we His Presence thankfully adore. 

Here we can cure the ache, 

When hearts with sadness break 

For t^ose now absent from our sight, 

Lo ! He is here! near this most Holy Light! 

O blessed Light, proof of a treasure mine, 
"O Sacrament most holy," most divine! 
Here in the one true church divinely bright 
Shine on, and never wane, sweet Sentry Light. 

September 1906. 



One of the Most Ancient 
Of Christian Symbols 




I— CH— TH— U— S 

JESUS CHRISTUS DEI FILIUS SALVATOR 
Jesus — Christ — of God — the Son — Saviour 

The Sign of the Fish the Sign of the Christian 

The combination of Chi-Rho, Cross, and Ichthus is one 
of the rarest and most ancient of symbols in the mural 
pictures of the Christian Catacombs of Rome. This emblem 
was suggested by Plate XXXIV, Vol. V of Perrett's Cata- 
combs, where it is shown only in fragmentary form. 

This reproduction of the symbol was made by a silver- 
smith from a drawing furnished by Dr. W. Thornton Parker, 

Northampton, Mass., A. D. 1905. 



Qibt iFlororr of iExptaitntt 

(The symbol of the brotherhood of Expiation is the 
cactus flower, known by botanists as the cereus grandi- 
florus.) 

"Your young men shall see visions and your old men 
shall dream dreams." — Acts ii: 17. 



Burning with zeal men's souls to win, 
A holy priest mourned worldy sin. 
"If I could only save/' he cried, 
"Some souls for whom the Saviour died!" 

Thus musing on his pastoral care, 
With holy .sign and fervent prayer, 
God's servant sought his couch to rest, 
His sleep by holy angels blest. 

Then came in sleep a vision sweet, 
While light and fragrance senses greet; 
Near by there stood an angel fair, 
Who held a beauteous flower rare. 

"O priest ! blest be your earnest mind !" 
Thus spoke the angel kind; 
"Send forth this flower that it may shine 
Symbol to man of love divine." 

"Its chalice pure for expiation tears, 
Christ's treasured jewels in eternal years; 
Its morning offering for reparation meet,— 
Precious to him is penitence complete. 

"As in the night its beauty shines so clear, 
So shines God's love in every sorrow drear; 
And if He gives us tears of throbbing pain, 
Those very tears shall be our heavenly gain." 



"In this sweet flower we learn the lesson bright, 
That as it gathers in the time of night, 
All can we offer in hope at morning light. 
Blessed are tears, so precious in His sight." 

O heart, which has loved man so dear, 
May we not offer Thee the expiation tear? 
Should we not aid in reparation deep 
For sins so black our very hearts must weep." 

And when at holy Mass beneath the Rood 
The priest prepared the chalice of His Blood, 
Came to his soul once more the vision fair, 
And he was offering expiation there! 

Still is the priest offering by morning light 
The blessed tears in God's most holy sight ; 
Still is he sending with its message bright 
The holy flower which blossoms in the night. 

For slights cast on His altar throne 

The tears of expiation may atone ; 

O cactus flower; symbol of love divine! 

Spread far and wide, and in H i- s glory shine! 

Written for Rev. Father Kenelm Vaughn B. E. at his 
special request, October, 1906. 



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"O Wounds of my Jesus, speak for us in pity to the 
Eternal Father."— Fr. K. V., f R. I. P. 

O Wounds of Jesus, intercede 
For us poor sinners in our need ; 
To the Eternal Father plead ! 

The Father saw the work well done, 

The rescuing of mankind begun, 

'Gainst death and grave the victory won. 

He saw the Wounds upon the Rood, 

The nails, the spear, the flowing Blood, 

Where Mary, our dear Mother, stood. 

Tho" Mary's heart was sadly torn, 
Man's blest redemption then was born 
Tn the sure hope of Easter morn. 

O Wounds of Jesus, hope appeared 
When for our sakes Thy Cross was reared, 
And death and hell had disappeared. 

The piercing thorn, the crimson tide, 
The Wounds of Jesus crucified, 
Unfailing refuge have supplied. 

If but in Jesus' Name they cried, 

The Precious Blood those Wounds supplied 

Can cleanse the souls most deeply dyed. 

Each moment since the pierced side 
By soldier's spear was opened wide 
Our hope is Jesus crucified. 



O blessed Wounds of Christ my Lord, 
Which endless life to man restored, 
By saints and angels be adored. 

O blessed Wounds, rich treasury mine, 
O strength of martyrs, faith sublime, 
In thankful hearts forever shine. 

O Wounds of pity grace impart 

And strength afford my fainting heart, 

Thou Who of life the fountain art ! 

In pity Calvary's Cross recall, 
Redeem our souls from hopeless fall, 
Blessed Wounds of Jesus, save us all. 

my Crucified Saviour enlighten my intelligence and 
my heart that I may find in your Sacred Wounds the 
secret of your love and of your mercy. — Amen. 



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"Domine memento mei cum veneris in Regnum Tuum." 
Evang. St. Luc, Ch. XXIII, v. 42. 

"Lord, rei. e. .ter me when Thou comest into Thy King- 
do. i."- 

"On the cro~s He pvayed for those who were crucifying 
Tim, He willed that the marks should remain on His body, 
that Fe mirht so plead before the Father." 



Ccme, stand with me before the Cross 
On whi-m the Lamb of God was slain, 
And gaze upon His Seven Wounds 
Which for our sinful deeds remain. 
Contemplate Him Who on it died. 
Savioit" of men of every name; 
And offer Him His Precious Blood 
And all His Wounds and bitter shame. 
All that He suffered on the Rood 
'Neath which our Blessed Mother stood, 
All that was given for sin's release! 
Plead for His pardon and for peace, 
And, as for guilty sinners meet, 
Plead for His mercy at His Feet. 
Like Dismas* let our pleading be: 
Jesus, dear Lord, remember me! 

*Name of the Good Thief. 
September 1910. 



Srtjfllii mm Motl}tt 



"Ecce Mater tua." 
The Third Word From the Cross. 

Evang. St. Joh. Ch. xix, V. 27. 

Jesus, Thy wounds and Precious Blood, 
Shed for our sins upon the Rood, 
Have made Thy Cross a beacon bright, 
Filling the world with hope and light. 

We praise Thee pitying Saviour, 
For all Thy saving gifts divine, 
But not the least Thy Mother's love. 
Which in fond hearts doth ever shine. 

We praise Thee for redeeming love, 
Offered for all upon Thy cross ; 
Of love in spite of suffering, 
Of gain in spite of cruel loss. 

Thy dying words upon the Cross, 
In loving Testament we gain ; 
We cannot lightly prize the gift, 
Which Jesus gave 'mid mortal pain. 

"Behold Thy Mother !" Yea, dear Lord 
Such holy courage we should share 
With her, who bravely stood by Thee ; 
O give us strength our Cross to bear ! 

Hail Mary! Jesus' Mother blest, 
May Thy sweet memory give us power, 
(Plead with Thy Son, for our bequest) 
To win the Crown in death's dark hour. 

November 1910. 



•$lrr (Hxnttm tt Jlassumrm Suam 

'"Salvator Mundi, Salva nos." 

Why these vigils, 

Why these fastings, 

Why the cruel piercing thorn? 

Why in Hands and Feet 

The wound prints, 
Why Thy Side and Heart so torn? 

For man's sins 
He gave salvation ! 
Let us kneel in adoration 
At His Feet in penance fall 
Let our tears for mercy call. 

May the memory of Thy cross and Passion, O Jesus, 
abide in our minds and hearts forever. — Amen. 

December 1910. 



Elje gwromfrd Wag of (Solgntlja 

And He, bearing His Cross, went forth into a place 
called Golgotha, where they crucified Him. — Evang St. 
Joh. xix: 17 and 18. 

He falls ! my Saviour, 
As He bears alone, 

The heavy cross, whose wounding weight, 
Does for my sin atone ! 

He falls! my Saviour, 
Let the stones proclaim, 
The cruel heart of man, 
Earth's deepest shame ! 

He falls! my Saviour, 
May my soul receive, 
The grace of tears, 
For all my sin to grieve! 

July, 1912. 



Ursula $Ua? (ftatljnltra 

The Cross of Christ wear on thy heart, 
And never with thy Rosary part ; 
Each day to God's own house repair, 
And make thy humble "visits" there. 

Altar and Cross and Mary's shrine 
For help and strength are ever thine; 
Penance and Eucharist are thy store; 
Pauper and prince can ask no more. 
Northampton. Mas?., January. 1917. 




A Ikaatng fnr tbt Krater 

The Peace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the virtue of His 
Sacred Passion, and the power of His Holy Cross + be with 
you, and between you and all your enemies, now, and in 
the hour of death. — Amen 

Ora pro me 

William Thornton Parker 




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